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Friday, March 27, 2026

Poetry Sisters Unravel the Ovillejo

 Tanita set this month's challenge to write an ovillejo. Here's a bit of information about this form:

"…the “ovillejo,” an old Spanish verse form that means “tight little bundle.” “-ejo” is one of our blessed diminutives, and “ovillo” means “tangled ball of yarn.” The last line is a “redondilla,” a “little round” that collects all three of the short lines. The rhyme scheme is established, but the meter is at the poet’s discretion, although in Spanish the longer lines tend to be octosyllabic (8 syllables)."

Some sites suggest lines 1, 3, and 5 should ask a question and that lines 2, 4, and 6 answer them. Other sites suggest a pattern of a long line followed by a short line. The best description I found was at the site Astra Poetica.

I tried several of these variations, always beginning with the last line and working backwards. I'm not particularly happy with these and recognize that I need to play a bit more with them, but I do have two drafts to share. 

This first poem uses a favorite line from the poem I wrote last month. The second uses a portion of a Mary Oliver quotation.

A Whale Breaches

Far from the beaches
a whale breaches 

beauty in motion
and the ocean 

fond of sleeping late
forgets its weight

a cargo ship hauls its freight
crew on the bridge navigate by degrees
unseen by creatures beneath the seas
a whale breaches and the ocean forgets its weight


Ovillejo for a Poem

We write our truth and listen to the birds
poems are not words
they're lyrics for the choir
but fires
burn and crackle, too hot to hold 
for the cold
melts in flames of red, and blue, and gold
we speak the truth so every soul is heard
we light the dark so hidden selves are stirred—
poems are not words, but fires for the cold

Poems ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2026. All rights reserved.

You can read the poems my Poetry Sisters have written at the links below. 
Would you like to try the next challenge? Next month, we're writing ekphrastic poems. You’ve got a month to craft your creation(s), then share your offering with the rest of us on April 24th in a post and/or on social media with the tag #PoetryPals. We look forward to reading your poems! 

I hope you'll take some time to check out all the wonderful poetic things being shared and collected today by Marcie Flinchum Atkins. Happy poetry Friday! 

10 comments:

  1. The form strikes me as very chatty---in a good way. Lots of places to find rhyme and layered meaning. I'm curious about this form...I don't feel confident that I could write one which means of course, I must try it! I wrote about whales this week too. They are great masks!

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  2. A Whale Breaches is breathtaking, Tricia, and pairing it with Uvillejo for a Poem… felt like being lifted into refreshing air, then warmed again with “poems are not words, but fires for the cold.”

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  3. I love that you took a line from last month, and re-worked into this month. It feels very polished and complete to me! I just sigh when I think of the ocean forgetting its weight...

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  4. Ooh, I really love the ocean fond of sleeping late and forgetting its weight. Lovely! xo

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  5. The imagery of the ocean forgetting its weight as a whale breeches is just -- the leap and the lightness of being in water, such immensities partnered in play is lovely.

    I laugh that I'm the one who thought this would be such a great challenge and it really worked me hard, too - but that just means we need to play with it more, no?

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  6. OH MY GOODNESS. What is it about the first poem that makes me cry??? It's just so, so beautiful! Would that we could all forget our weight...

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  7. Love that idea of "a whale breaches and the ocean forgets its weight", and a fire melting Tricia. All of these varied poems from the Ovillejo challenge have been so intriguing, a poem salad with many tastes!

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  8. Both of your poems take my breath away. No picking favorites between these two. Stunning. Both are stunning. Wow.

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  9. I love that you start with the end. So amazing! You did TWO! They are beautiful!

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  10. I love both of these, Tricia.
    "The ocean forgets its weight"? Wow.
    "poems are not words
    they're lyrics for the choir"
    and
    "poems are not words, but fires for the cold"
    — wow, wow. Love these.

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